The Cricket and the Kitten
I look at you.
Eyes like salted shrimp,
Despicable.
Then, one day.
Just before my breath stops,
The sharp, cold breath of death
Approaches me.
"Chirp, chirp."
Suddenly,
The cricket
Casts a Harry Potter spell,
And to me, it says "Meow,"
Becoming a baby kitten.
"Meow, meow, meow~"
I cry, too.
You cry, too.
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